A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 712

But did Starla just want the company?

No. She wanted Yelchin Group, and she wanted every last dime the Yelchin family possessed.

She would take whatever she could. Whatever she couldn't take, she'd burn to the ground.

Yvette had never met anyone so unapologetically destructive.

Starla didn't even dignify Yvette's outburst with a response. She just looked at the lawyer with a cool, dismissive stare, silently communicating that Yvette was overstepping her bounds.

Unable to withstand the freezing silence, Yvette finally stood up and stepped outside to call Fairfax, relaying Starla's impossible ultimatum.

Moments later, Fairfax's number lit up Starla's phone.

When she answered, his voice was hollow, stripped of all emotion. "Everything I own isn't enough?"

Over the past few weeks, he had raged, he had gone mad, he had tried everything. But nothing worked on Starla. Now, he didn't even know how to talk to her anymore.

"My mother was a living, breathing human being," Starla said softly. "The way your family mocked me for growing up in an orphanage? They caused it. They made me an orphan."

So how could she just take his money and call it even?

Hearing this, a suffocating weight pressed down on Fairfax's chest.

"Your lawyer says I'm being unreasonable," Starla continued. "Am I the unreasonable one, or is your family just disgustingly vile?"

"The Yelchins really want this to be over, don't they? Fine. Then let's end it. Tell them to stop squirming."

"When you trample all over someone, don't expect them to have a bleeding heart when the tables turn. Did they ever stop to consider their actions when they were ruining my life?"

They hurt her, and now they expected mercy? What a joke.

"Does it have to be this way?" Fairfax asked softly.

"Yes."

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